Joseph Mugnaini - The Halloween Tree, 1972

My heart did not beat, it exploded.

I did not warm to a subject, I boiled over.

I have always run fast and yelled loud about a list of great and magical things I knew I simply could not live without.

It's gone away, it's gone back to the Deeps. It's learned you cant love anything too much in this world.

ray bradbury, the fog horn

"All things, once seen, they didn’t just die, that couldn’t be. It must be then that somewhere, searching the world, perhaps in the dripping multiboxed honeycombs where light was an amber sap stored by pollen-fired bees, or in the thirty thousand lenses of the noon dragonfly’s gemmed skull you might find all the colors and sights of the world in any one year. Or pour one single drop of this dandelion wine beneath a microscope and perhaps the entire world of July Fourth would firework out in Vesuvius showers. This he would have to believe."

Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

“Beware the autumn people.”

— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes

June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past.

Ray Bradbury, dandelion wine

"The monster shrieked closer, half through the forest now, thrashing and plunging, crushing the wildflowers, frightening rabbits and clouds of birds that rose screaming to the stars."

- Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business (1985)

Happy 100th birthday, Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920) 

Black & white illustrations by Moebius‬. Reference for some of these: doorofperception.com

“We have everything we need to be happy but we aren't happy.

Something is missing... It is not books you need, it's some of the things that are in books. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.”

Ray Bradbury

“Why haven’t I stopped to think and smell the last thirty years?”

— Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes